Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

"We... I wonder why we're in the woods. Even though the camp produces delicious rice..."

"I don't know! If you're complaining, tell Samtroll!

"The guy from Zvate said Samtrol was sweet... you were hitting it. The meal is also an emergency meal, and are you sure it's coming? The killers..."

The descendants, the teenagers, were off the road on their way to the Rahmaf Forest, creating a base on the other side of the camp at the College in the form of far-flung trips.

Their role is to guide [Hydra] 's assassins, but their actions were spotty, unprepared for anything, and they didn't bring in the food or the necessary equipment that they could put in the camp.

Fortunately I had a tent and an emergency meal, but that's not going to last long either. Acting without thought would be too stupid to be sympathetic.

But it was Samtrol who decided on the rendezvous point, and they just followed, but for some reason they didn't even think deeply about whether to follow Samtrol's words.

The magic of Bremite had made the allusion hang and unquestionable. However, the magic of this hand will diminish if it does not continue to imply on a regular basis, and eventually it will be solved.

I don't know if I'm lucky, but their allusions weren't going to expire for a while.

"Here they come... even those guys, what the heck!?

Ahead of their eyes, a girl in a pink oriental costume and a boy in knightly armor. And a flashy woman, dressed in a black cape with evening dress of the same color, dressed in a rounded ornament of gold hobbies, was coming this way in line.

The appearance is entirely a color thing. I'm not dressed for assassination.

"Hey, Sam Troll... are you okay with that?"

"I don't know...... But I'm sure of your arm."

The woman in the black dress comes here with a good-looking grin of people.

"Thank you for waiting. Honestly, I'm lost. You can't let a woman take care of herself by turning this grassy place into a rendezvous, can you?

"Shut up! You guys should do the job you were told to do. Even so... what, those two?

"It's my escort. Reinhardt and Jane Doe. Yorosik."

"Are you kidding me? With all these fancy guys and three of them, you can't help but stand out!

"But you're strong, aren't you? Not enough to kill you all. Huhuhuhu."

Regardless of their appearance, they immediately fade when they hear that they are hand-worked.

Sure, the three of them are color things, but all of the things they are equipped with are first-class items, so much so that they can't be bought by an extremely poor faction like pedigree. He also wears many more magical props, and if he sells a couple of them, he'll be able to play and live for a few years.

"Hey, Mr. Sharanla... They're all my age, and these guys are asking you for a hassle-free job? It's an annoying story. Well, I'm good because I'm free."

"Right? Stupid kids who can only say 'kill' without thinking about any plans. If you finish the Duke's Cao, you pitiful fool who doesn't understand that his neck will fly. Well, because this is your job too."

"… troublesome. If you can have dinner, I'll do it..."

"You get murdered easily...... Well, if it's gonna be money, we're gonna have to do it. So? What's the status of the target? How many escorts are there?

Sharanla asks Samtrol about the escort system for the target, Zveit.

But the thumbtrolls look complicated at the same time and mumble as if something was stuck in the back of their throats.

"What's going on? You're asking me how many escorts are there? You're not gonna tell me you haven't looked into it, are you?

"That's... it's strange. There are only two escorts I hired at the academy... and there's a troublesome creature stiffening up around me. That's terribly strong."

"A nasty creature?

"Oh... it's incredible, but it's wild cock..."

"" Ha!?

Wild Cocco is a relatively weak demon. Even if the metaphor becomes stronger, it is only when it has evolved, and it is never as ancient as a demon.

But the Samtrolls had a pretty serious look on their faces, all with their heads.

"You guys... can't even beat those hens. Pathetic."

"So shut up! If you're just a wild cock, I can easily kill you!! But... I'm abnormal!!

"I killed half of all the bandits I hired, and..."

"That's definitely a subspecies or mutants!! Dimensions of strength are not different digits..."

"It's a monster... I'm definitely not cocky!!

In response to Reinhardt's remarks, the fundamentalist college students utterly deny what they say and do. I don't know what it means more and more.

In contrast to such frightening bloodthirsty college students, the pink ninja girl had her eyes shining.

"If you think it's a lie, I'll show it to you with this magic guide"

When Samtrol took out the crystal balls, he had the images sealed there projected into the air.

It is a magical prop, so to speak, like a digital camera, called the [time-sealed jewel]. It's an old relic, though.

Seeing that footage, Sharanla and Reinhardt can't block their open mouths.

What was shown were three hens going mercilessly to destroy the bandits. Fast enough to move, the next moment you take your eyes off, the bandits fly countless times across the universe, being tragically murdered and killed with a single blow.

"What the... are you kidding me? Whatever you think, it's not the strength of cock..."

"It's troublesome... hidden ranges, blows, sword moves, everything, and the bandits aren't dealing with them... How many levels..."

Besides, the moves are versatile, the movements are hard to grasp, and the skies fly up even smaller and more profitably. I don't know where I can launch an attack.

"The dimension of strength is on par with ours, you'd better think so. If there's a Tamer in this, I don't know how strong it is..."

"No, you're definitely beside me. Without Tamer, you can't handle such a beast..."

"... Cocko. Cool ♡"

There will be sixty bandits, and the sight of them being wiped out in five minutes is overwhelming. They are the invincible hens.

Honestly, it was so annoying that I didn't want to deal with him.

"These guys, Yabe... it's unusual, no matter what you think."

"When this happens, we're going to have to isolate the target. Fortunately, I have the magic tools in my hand, and I have to pull them apart somehow."

"But what if this chicken comes out? Trouble, huh?

"The target itself isn't very strong, is it? Probably on par with the boys there. You can stop with a single blow."

"I see... the people in this world are awfully weak for some reason. … it would be easier to win if you could buy time"

The plan solidified somewhat, but there were too many indeterminate elements.

It is unknown how strong Cocco is. When the owner is beside him, he doesn't know how strong he is. It would be strange if they weren't stronger than the Coccos at least, but I am anxious to lack information.

"Later, if possible, I want the rest of them to be in a predicament. And we'll rescue them."

"I see, we want to raise our reputation. But could it work that well?

"You guys just have to respond to our request. That's your job!

"That sounds great. You can't just do it yourself, you can't rely too much on people to fail, can you?

"There's a May fly! I'm telling you to do it because it's good!!

"Don't think if you yell out loud, you'll hear a lot of people say it, okay? We have no brother-in-law, do we? There's nothing wrong with killing him here..."

"Ugh..."

Samtrol has no aftermath. If you don't raise your shares here, you won't be able to take over the Whistlers.

He seems to be the one who comes here and has a lust for honor, but I didn't think it would be fatal, etc.

He doesn't know. Such as the fact that the Lord of these cocksuckers is proud of his insane strength. And there was no way I could tell that it was the Tsvates' master.

Lack of information sometimes creaks my feet. In a way, I'd say Sharanla and the others have better eyes to read the information.

Whatever it was, things were moving quietly.

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"Uh-huh, good morning. You got a really good rest. My back hurts..."

"Master... you've been asleep since you came home yesterday?

"It was all night, hey. Your juniors won't be able to move until tomorrow, and I'll be free today... I guess I'll put them on escort."

"Are you kidding me for being my escort?

"No, because there was a busty kid talking about lukewarm things. I just told you how much I am?

"I thought so. Were you back [back then]..."

"Lately... when I go into the woods, for some reason, I feel like I'm headed for the Abu Nyi way..."

The next day after Zeros returned, the college boy demon mentors were tired and unable to move and were forced to rest for a day today.

Then it was the old man who was free, and he was going to take a stroll through the woods today because he was free. Of course we wait nearby together with Zveit's escort, but it's mentally tight to keep the tension on the opponent who doesn't know when to raid.

I was willing to stroll through the Rahmaf Forest while maintaining my distance from Zveit.

"Do you think the Master will come set up?

"Your chances are today and tomorrow, right? When your party's going into the woods today, you're going to have to stay calm tomorrow, and you're definitely going to set it up."

"Are you ever going to set me up at the academy instead of training in action? Or when I can't move tomorrow..."

"That would be hard. The College itself uses the junctional magic of the Old Ages and so on, and the environment is in place to protect students. If you're going to break into the college, you're going to need procedures, and above all, it's easy for people to see you."

"I know you could risk it, but what about the neighborhood?"

"Because the people behind you are afraid your face will find out. Hey, you won't take that risk. Assuming you're going to do a sole, I think you're so fanatical people, huh? First of all, I'll make sure you're safe, so you won't be coming tomorrow."

At some point the paperwork detailing the college was widened to find out if assassinations within the college were possible, but the dorm was embedded in walls and so on with magic equipment that could also be an alarm device against intruders, automatically eliminating any intrusions using magic.

Assassination is possible if you can get into the room, but it's hard to get there. The outsiders stand out and, above all, the Duke of Solister family can't possibly be without an escort.

At risk, assassinations in these woods have a better chance of success.

"But I don't know what kind of hand you're going to use. I'm also tired of being alert to them. I can't breathe..."

"Well, the magic props I've made will buy you some time, but they're not entirely defensible, so hey. Send out a distress call as soon as you encounter it."

"Okay. I don't want to be impotent either, but I might be fighting to protect myself..."

"If survival is a priority and you can't get away with it, you should focus on buying time. I'll finish this later. [M] I don't want to go home alive..."

"Scared!?

The old man was once ruthless for a PK position.

He was carrying out further inhumane reprisals against opponents who defeated others by despicable means and took away their gear.

And the troublesome magic equipment used at that time is still left in the inventory.

"Will I use it...? I would definitely like to see it work..."

"Master? I don't think so, but you're not thinking about using the Yabe Magic Instrument, are you?

"Hey, it's only after you've captured the target that you use ♪ It's a magic device that greatly improves your physical abilities, right? If you keep fighting, the enclosed magic will eventually activate and blow itself up. And to attract demons, it's indelible."

"It... isn't that the cursed gear you're discovered from time to time? Why are you having so much fun?"

"If you're going to use it for experiments, bad guys don't hurt your conscience more...... huffy"

"It's dos... I feel sorry for them too..."

Old man, we were already in extermination mode.

I haven't seen the target yet, so I'm not sure I can do a Zeros opponent who's over level 1000 in the first place, although it's for the skin calculation of a raccoon who doesn't catch it.

Even simple physical abilities can make an overwhelming difference, so it will be easy to reveal them in a co-opponent. The problem is that the old man himself doesn't grasp his powers, and even a light attack can kill him instantly.

I can't 'Oops Time' if I accidentally kill you. This was a really troublesome issue.

'Even if you attack out of hand, it's an instant death level for some opponents... Use hand reduction to control it from the start, tie it up, then heal it, force it to equip the prototype with all sorts of things...... huffle. I miss those days'

"Master... I didn't say anything to your voice, but you look terrible, don't you?

"What? Really? That's Abu Nai... Poker Face, Poker Face..."

He was an old man with no mercy for the villains, but he didn't realize that he was even more of a villain in person.

What's in my head right now is how to disable it and 'hey' it. The older man seems to have so much fun that Zvate pulls the dong.

"Master... aren't you waiting for the Raiders more than the Cockos?

An old man who feels subtly awkward while thinking 'That's not true'.

Inside, I realized something I couldn't deny that I was waiting for.

I was returning to [the annihilator] from [back then].

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The parties of the Zvates stepped into the woods again.

As an event for the College, upgrading is a necessary challenge in developing talented people. Naturally, that leads to the assessment of the instructors, so college students who have recovered from a certain amount of tiredness due to higher grades (levels) will be forced to go to the forest again.

In any case, only the best performers and their true and opposite inferior students are participating in this event, and intermediate performers are left free to participate.

The inferior students were desperate to raise their credits, and the brilliant needed to be trained in the future as executive candidates for the Order of Mages. Normally, it would be more effective to give lectures by good instructors, divide classes into classes and carry out classes in their own curriculum, but the instructor camp is mostly an intermediate class wizard, and if you do poorly, the top graders may be better.

The result of the fact that the faction's executives and noblemen demanded it from several quarters and fled in a direction that was difficult to understand why it was good is this training in action. There you can see the appropriateness of hiring mercenaries to escort them and throwing them round the mercenary guild without thinking about the safety aspects of college students, in a sense of unfounded reassurance.

But I can't blame the instructor camp. They are constantly pushed by those who are up there, and not many break their stomachs because of stress.

There was also anxiety that if looked at, they would turn their hands behind them and not even be able to lead a normal life, and the lecturer faction had no choice but to cross factions and hold hands with each other and continue to search for compromises.

I don't know if I'm lucky, but so far the college's decency has been preserved with no problems, and it's true that it works at least there for the training of a powerful magician.

The pity is that college students do not know such insights, and it is only natural that they receive acceptance lectures and events. Conversely, it doesn't make any difference, but at this rate, the college has been running without any problems, so I can understand that I'm starting to think, 'You can leave it to the mercenary guild this time.'

Educational institutions are constantly under pressure from outside to educate other people's children, and that changes the world and none of them change. But this time, there's no guarantee that it's going to be all right.

"Ha... Is today the mountain field? It's gonna be a depressing day."

"Zvate... are you worried about something? I don't know if I can help, but I'll talk to you, okay?

"Oh... I wonder how Samtrol's idiot works. I know it's moving backwards with some kind of pedigree, but I don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Bloodliners. They're futilely elitist. It's just that you can use inherent magic genetically, because it doesn't seem as effective, but it looks great."

"Some of them can be used, but most of them belong to institutions under the King's direct authority. They're assholes who mistake their accomplishments for their own, and the growing ones can't afford it."

"How can you say that people's accomplishments are grand, even their own? The credit they get is personal, isn't it?

"If we don't live up to the achievements of others, we'll be miserable. What good is flawed magic?"

Some of the wizards who inherit blood magic possess powerful magic.

They are assigned to intelligence units under the direct authority of the King and to units carrying out special missions. Moreover, the treatment is well received, but there were those who spread the faction to the merits of such successful people.

It's an annoying story to the successful people, and I keep my distance from the folks who are doing stupid things, but I was annoyed because their names are being used on their own.

People's accomplishments pass through the illogical common sense of their own things, and they often tell the Enchantress, 'Do something, no, seriously! They use my name on their own, don't they? I don't know why. I told you to pay for it from the tavern. That's multiple too...' Sometimes there are requests that can be taken as complaints and pleadings.

Though they had no strength, they were thick and brazen.

"In a way, Samtrol is the perfect faction... Bloodline is not an official faction..."

"Well. I suppose pedigree magic also depends on how you use it, but I hate it because I imitate it parasitically to others without exploring how to use it. A hard-working, successful bloodline magician is a good nuisance."

"Treat a successful man like a traitor. Besides, you're harassing me, right? They're like flies."

"Not at all. Even if we get rid of him, he'll fly all the way over here... Serious people must have a crush on you."

The pedigree is, to say the least, a terrorist reserve.

We believe ourselves to be the rightful lineage of the Wizard, and we despise others from an oblique perspective. Even though we don't have the strength, we don't even hate to disparage others if our attitude is great enough to pass our claims.

In addition, those who disobey are troubled by the fact that they are not even willing to kill and that there are connections in the back society. The trouble was that there were connections with the pedigrees outside the country, small as factions, but large as organizations behind them.

"Anyway, they say," Bring back the glory of the old days, "but the old literature says they're a failure born as a result of a magic experiment, and they're the descendants of criminals, right?

"You don't believe that, do you? I'm talking about the blood of a nobleman of old magic civilization."

"Oh, it seems like a democracy in the first place, and there was no royalty or nobility."

"I'm delusional about my lack of study. Still doesn't change it's annoying though. Sam, I know Troll's going that way..."

"I can't believe you say you're doing well with that. Rumor has it they're turning their hands around behind them and tampering with their grades, but there's no evidence."

The politics of the old magic civilization has been found to be democratic from the old literature. But the pedigrees did not acknowledge it and thought that the royal nobles of today had fabricated it.

The trouble is, it seems that a pillar of the Four Gods has entrusted a divine service to the users of blood magic, and because of this, the growth of blood demon mentors plays a part in this confusion. Then there was the revolt of the blood demon mentors at a rate of one hundred years, and every time a tragic history was repeated.

"Hey, Zveit... I don't care, but be on guard around you"

"Oops, bad. We talked about it."

"Sam, I don't think Troll's fool can do anything about it, but if you care too much, you won't just get hurt."

Caught in the eye of his companions, Zveit looks around.

Now there are no demons, but this is where wild creatures compete for survival. A little alarm can be a fatal failure.

Wild beasts lurk at times and distance themselves by smell at times. We still see ourselves as prey, and we may be watching the gap.

"Hmm? Something... don't you smell it? Like sweet......"

"What are you talking about? Dio. I don't feel anything in particular..."

"No, I smell slightly sweet on the wind... what is it?

"Don't get nervous about the smell. We're here for demons, aren't we?

I notice the smell of Dio flowing in the wind, and my people are denying it. When Zveit also sees the smell for sure again towards the wind, it does come with a slight but sweet fragrance.

I don't feel the need to be alert to the smell, but something hooked up in a corner of my head. There are several types of sweet fragrances to be wary of in the woods, but they are roughly appealing or attractive to demons.

'Sure... your master used to say something. Are there many sweet scents that attract or are highly attractive to prey...? A fellow maneater has similar abilities...... maneater!?

Zveit remembers there. [Evil perfume], a magic medicine for demons made using man-eater petals.

"Shit! You guys, get as far away from here as you can!

"Ahhh? What are you talking about, Zveit..."

"You smell sweet, huh? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Fool! Maybe it's evil perfume. That's what attracts demons!!

Evil perfume is characterized by a sweet fragrance, which at the same time has the effect of making the demon in an exciting state. Normally demons react to race-specific pheromones, but the only demon known as [Lilith Maneater] has a powerful causative effect on all demons. The evil perfume made from its petals was a powerful magic medicine that attracted most of the demons, with the exception of some if sprinkled.

Naturally, you need permission to use it because of the danger, and if you roll it all over it without authorization, your neck will just leave your torso. It was enough to be severely controlled as a dangerous magic drug in any country.

"Are you insane!? Sam Troll bastard, you even use this stuff!!

"Complain later! We're getting away from this!!

"Whoa! Damn, that bastard...... if I find him in college, I'll slap him!!

Looking back simultaneously, the Zveites ran out in the direction of the camp position.

It is obvious that if you stay here, you will be surrounded by a herd of demons, and no matter how much you rise, all of them are life-threatening. Priority was given to escaping to a safe place at all.

But only Zveit didn't escape. No, I couldn't get away.

"Become!?

His body suddenly became heavy and fell before him.

"Zveit!?

When I noticed the anomaly and looked back, I was blocked by a wall that appeared to have some kind of white wax in front of me.

"Is this... a barrier? No, no way...... junction!?

"Deo! You run!!

"Zveit!? But what are you gonna do!!

"I can handle mine! Being connected means, on the contrary, being safe."

"And yet... I don't care what you think of this"

"Don't worry, I'm hitting my hand for this time. Better look around than that! The demons are dropping by."

"Cool... I'll be sure to come back for help! Until then, stay safe!!

With the thought of a severance, Dio turned his back on Zveit and ran out.

Confirming that Dio would stay away, Zveit freed the magic of the ring given to him by Zeros. This will tell Zeros where he is.

"Nevertheless... what...!?

My body suddenly got heavier and fell, but on second thought, there was a shock that was ridden off my back by something. Besides, it still weighs that much.

When Zveit looks behind his back as if to confirm, something thin and transparent emerges on his back that he shouldn't be carrying anything. It gradually reveals itself with clarity and eventually one girl in an oriental costume.

In short, it's like having a girl on your back.

"... you, who?

"..................................................."

"... so?

"... ninja, grandpa crying... no?

"No... 'No? I don't know why."

………

Zvate and the girl staring at each other silently. There is strange air.

He forgets, but at this time the amulet produced by Zeros automatically develops barriers against opponents perceived as enemies and intentions to kill, but the drawback emerges that it has no effect at all on unwilling opponents.

But more than that, Zveit wanted this strange air to work out.

It was a strange air that I had never experienced before.

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A little bit back in time.

Zeros, who walked behind the parties of the Zvates all the way along, more than...

"I got lost... I was just picking up a little herb, what's wrong with it"

... It's slipped away.

If you look around, the rocks exist and you don't even know where you are. I also thought of using [magic charms], but it is also a struggle for the trees in the woods to explore from above.

"Well, what's the matter with you? Well, I have a wife if I have to... yeah?

When I look at the rocks, I discover something glowing.

Apparently it's some kind of ore, and I don't know unless I dig it out. The old man just takes out his crane mouth and swings it down against the rock.

The sound of grinding rocks echoed around.

"This is... manadite ore. It's available for magic props... This is [Flare Sapphire]. If processed into Demon Gems, it can increase the power of Flame-based magic."

And the old man began mining with his crane mouth as a delight. Production blood hurts.

Once we move on to action, we can't stop anymore. The swinging crane nozzle gradually gets faster and sharper, punching holes in the rock and pushing them forward as if they were using a rock grinder.

It is no exaggeration to say that when this happens, it is crushed. When the collapsed ore was magically collected outside [appraised], it was mostly iron ore, but very rarely, rare minerals such as gems and [mana crystal stones] could also be discovered.

"Mana crystals... If you soak them in [Spirit water] and compress them, you can do [Artificial Spirit crystals]. I'd prefer it to be natural if possible...... should I use it for [ether cultures]? Uh-huh, troublesome..."

[Artificial Spirit Crystals] can be made by sealing attribute magic in mana crystals, but compared to natural objects, the effect is now one. [Ether culture] is for culturing homunculus, which can be made by dissolving mana crystals and mixing them with multiple magic drugs.

Correct, because magic is something that diffuses, you always need a device that fills magic, which the old man had already created.

"To extract the spiritual factor from Mr. Kaede's hair, it would still be more effective to use natural objects, and he has never done so, but he should be able to do the same from the Evil Stone. Do you need at least two larger spiritual crystals..."

Previously, when I mined in mines, I was able to mine a lot of metal ore, but this place seems to produce a lot of medium ore like the one used in alchemy. I would have been obliged to report to the mercenary guild, but my old man has no idea what a mercenary does in the first place.

"Should there be more material? Maybe natural spiritual crystals will emerge. Ha ha ha!

Wave the crane mouth in an upbeat mood and resume mining operations.

This work was continued until a rescue request came from Zveit. Thus, the old man's [harassment plan] goes a little further.

Was there a bad habit when [Sword and Sousalis] or was he immersed in mining work?